Vain Are All Terrestrial Pleasures

Vain are all ter­res­tri­al plea­sures

Mixed with dross the pur­est gold:

Seek we

then

for heav’n­ly trea­sures

Treasures nev­er wax­ing old.

Let our best af­fect­ions cen­ter

On the things around the throne:

There no thief can ev­er en­ter;

Moth and rust are there un­known.

Earthly joys no long­er please us;

Here would we re­nounce them all;

Seek our on­ly rest in Je­sus

Him our Lord and mas­ter call.

Faith

our lan­guid spir­its cheer­ing

Points to bright­er worlds ab­ove;

Bids us look for His ap­pear­ing;

Bids us tri­umph in His love.

May our light be al­ways burn­ing

And our loins be gird­ed round

Waiting for our Lord’s re­turn­ing

Longing for the wel­come sound.

Thus the Christ­ian life adorn­ing

Never need we be afraid

Should He come at night or morn­ing

Early dawn

or ev­en­ing shade.